The walls closing inPressure squeezing my thoughtsExpectations no longer existExpired potential is all I’ve got I’m trying to surviveIn spite of all this turmoilA slight focus on my lifeConfirming my soul won’t spoil
The poetess vixenTrying to seduce my intellectWhispering those sweet thoughtsPaused by my pen; time to reflect But I’m not one to cave to pressureHer pretty eyes leading me to temptationI can appreciate & smile backWithout any need for erotic retaliation
Perfect tags & titlesSimple little namesFitting nicely into a boxYou should be ashamedHow long did we fightFor the people to be freeYou fold under pressureNot the way it’s supposed to be
I’m doing my best, can’t you seeAmidst the horrors of our modern dayThe ghost stories rising in the mindThe times when you’re in your own wayYou grab at your head in painThe frustration of structured expectationPressures of their unintended demandsPrompting proclamations of demarcation
Knowing the bottom of the depthsUntold theories where passion liesEncased all in a delicate French laceThe truth that logic & gravity defies Earthbound creatures can’t be understoodIt’s simply not in our fallible DNAAttempted in conversational tonesBut we’ve lost connection anyway Trying to find a way back to the meaningReason doesn’t apply to moments like thisDisregardContinue reading “Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths”
Pressure building upon my life Though I’m still only a piece of coal Disappointment looming larger than ever Who’s casting lots for my damaged soul?